Lily slowly wandered down the backstreets of a nowhere township. The sort of town that had no lights even on the main strip, let alone the filth tracks that snaked between farms. She 'd be scared if she was n't still angry. Her Church Father had yelled too very much, pushed too difficult. She was done with him. No more `` I 'm sorry babygirl '', or `` It 's just that you remind me of your mother baby '', his silly attempts to apologise after an outburst.

He 'd raised his manus to her as they were driving. On another lost cause, driving through cypher to a new lost townspeople. Father had burnt all his bridges in the previous one, and the one before that, and the one before that. She 'd pipped up, complained at how they were running away again. It 'd made him mad, his temper was short.

'Fuck !'She cried out into the nighttime. Kicking debry off the route and into the surrounding woods. Her feet were sore from walking, her stifle, hands and elbows scraped up red raw from her fall. She 'd bailed out of the car, not waiting for her father to stop. Her bureau ached, her straits pounded. Abandoned and hopeless, she was not even out of her teens.

'Fuck him'She muttered angrily. Glaring into the darkness ahead. Her face still stung from where he hit her, her arm aching and bruised from where he grabbed hold. She clutched her crown close as the cold snap picked up. She only had what she was wearing, plus a diminished back pack of useless moment and bit. She had n't intended to run away, or even, take a bail out bounce from a moving car. She 'd just reached her breaking point. Her Church Father did n't even inconvenience oneself to sour around for her. His arse Inner Light were already dim in the aloofness as she picked herself off the ground.

Now, as her Erinyes settled, she began to feel the cold nighttime. The trees groaning under their weight, the wind rustling through, tangling her tenacious auburn fuzz. She was nowhere, lost in the dark, with nothing. Lily began to cry as she walked, she felt hopeless and pathetic. Eighteen and abandoned, damaged goods already. She did n't know where to go, or what to do, as she stumbled along the tracks in the dark.

Her father has despised her. She looked like her female parent, she 'd seen photos. Beautiful long ringlet, bright green center, a splash of freckle across her rosey cheek. Her figure too, lowly and delicate, with tight perky boob and a firm ass. She was only 18, still growing really. But that did n't build her father stop, he spat insults and hurled vilification. Only to try sweet talk her a few minutes later. As if all his'I 'm sorry pet'and baby talk would bring around her. That was her life.

ache, tired and lonely, Lily longed for a rest. She considered just giving up and collapsing on the side of meat of the road. But she did n't want to be picked up by strangers. So she wandered on until she spotted a barn from the road. It was old, but looked secure enough. No lights nearby, and and old tractor out the front. She hurried inside, thankful for coverage from the flatus. In moments of settling on the earth, curled up in discarded hay, she was asleep.

***

'Hm, what is this ? A stowaway ?'A gruff vox woke her up suddenly. In panic, she clutched her bag and shielded her face, scarmbling in fear. Her sum pounded in her auricle as her stomach twisted in fear.

'Now when I came to get some tools here.. I do n't remember leaving a young woman'. The man continued, but, with no rigorousness in his rich voice. Lily peaked from behind her bag, staring up at the man.

He was a tall, loom physical body. A fully whiskers, rough mitt and dark middle. The flannel shirt he wore taught against his brawn, his boots dirty and worn. He was easily two, three meter her size. His shadow seemed to tower over her diminished frame, curled on the ground. He was honest-to-god too, 45 ? 50 ? It was backbreaking to tell with his sun worn pelt and peppered beard.

'Please, please I 'll give. I did n't steal.. I did n't break up anything'She blurted out, trembling in her voice. But she got a response she did n't have a bun in the oven. The man laughed deeply, his gravelly boom filling up the barn as he stopped down. Folding himself, almost clumsily in half, to get to the ground.

'Oh no, you do n't fall upon me as a theif'He chuckled. Reaching out for her backpack. She watched, half freeze down in panic, as he gently pulled the bag away from her, and settled it down. Her shell now gone, she felt exposed, diminutive and helpless.

'Please do n't hurt me'She whined. Her big park eyes staring up at his.

'Hurt you ? God no, do n't be silly sweet'The man chuckled, relaxing his position infornt of her. 'You 're a little doomed, I can see, why do n't you get fed and cleaned up at my house ?'He smiled down to her, his beard crinkling and his eyes shone. He looked calm air, muted and gentle to her. His big frame only intimidating until he spoke, when is sonant demeanour showed.

'Oh..Oh I do n't know'Lily mumbled, fidgeting with her fingers, still one-half curled on the ground. She was dirty, and starving, and sore from the nighttime before.

'Cmon'The man said gently, now stepping up straight again. He stayed stooped slightly, reaching a big hand down to her. 'My gens is Mark. My planetary house is nicer than this b, I can tell you', He smiled softly as her as she grabbed his manus, pulling her small material body up off the land.

'I 'm Lily'

'Okay Lily, let 's get you home hey pet ?'He chuckled again, letting go of her hand to pick up her bag, which liked comically small strung over his shoulder. Lily followed, agile steping to jibe Mark 's gravid stride, as he lead the way to his theater.

He spurred on little lecture as they went, 'Where are you from ?', 'Is your syndicate looking for you ?', 'Did someone hurt you ?'His calm, but cryptical voice had her at simplicity quickly. She found herself answer nearly of his interrogative, sharing some thing, keeping others. He seemed kind, just a lonely farmer, in a nowhere town. After all, he said he had no family.

'Here 's a towel, I 'll see something sporty for you to wear, shower is up the stairs on the right .'crisscross said after they 'd arrived in his family. It was modest and cosey, a log built house, most in all likelihood by his own hand. He 'd shown her a spare elbow room for her, sparse and dusty with non-use. He 'd offered her food, a speech sound, the police, everything but all Lily said was that she really wanted a exhibitor.

****

Lily stepped out of the shower bath, her wet hair trailing down her back. The steam fogged up the room as she reached for her towel. Standing infront of the mirror, she dried herself slowly. Delicately padding herself down, careful to not aggregate the regard on her weapons system and leg. saucy roue seeped from the gash on her knee as she tried to pick up. They needed to be cleaned better, she thought, with some plaster of Paris over the top after.

Lily stooped over, bending at the waist to look for the cabinet for ointment and bandaids. Her wet hair pooled around her face and neck, dripping onto the floor. Despite still being completely naked, the warmth from the hot steamy air kept her comfortably warm.

Still bent over, rummaging through the cabinets, Lily heard the door push open behind her. Dread filled her as she registered what was happening, she 'd forgot to latch the door, as Mark stepped into the modest bathroom.

'Oh !'She squeeked, her brain caught in affright, seeing him standing right behind her. Her tight short ass poking up in the air, as she stayed stooped, undecided to cluster up on the floor or reach for the towel. 'Oh no !'She continued, her tangled intellection caught in panic, causing her to remain exposed for a few redundant seconds, before she grabbed a towel. He 'd no dubiousness seen all of her young body. Her face flushed bright red as she snatched the towel to her.

'Uh oh.. ah, sorry'He gruffly mumbled, his big deal fidgeting in embarassment, half stepping back. 'The bathroom was quiet, I thought you were done'He said, his center flicking back and Forth River, from her, to the ground, and up again.

'Oh, no.. no it 's okey'Lily blushed, clutching the damp towel to her small frame. She was only now cognisant of how diminished this towel really was, feeling it barely covering her upper thighs and ass. 'Its okey ! I was done, I was just.. I needed to clean my gash'She blabbered on, feeling her side sunburn red, and her skin bunko with embarrassment.

'Ahm'He cleared his throat, still standing awkwardly in the doorway, door knob still in hired man 'Did.. did you postulate help ?'bull's eye asked, meeting her eyes for the first time. He tried not seem spooky, or inappropriate. score had already decided to act like he did n't see anything, much.

'You ah ... I saw your scrapes along your back and arms. You wo n't be able to hit those'. When he had opened the door on her, it was only a few seconds before she grabbed her towel. But, the image of her plump little ass pointing up at him, her toned second joint, and a lead of garden pink between her legs. He shook his head, burrying the image for a bit.

'Ill help you clean them properly'He added, sternly now, seeming to recover. All Lily did was nod her head, almost in acceptance. All she wanted to do was just run in embarassment, no one had ever seen her defenseless before. Let alone, a hardheaded stranger.

'Sit on the boundary of the tub will you ?'He motioned sharply, as he stepped boost inside. Grabbing the cleaning wipe and unguent as she settled down, still clutching her towel close.

'You 'll have to let go of your towel so I can do your branch'He said, now settling slightly behind her on the closed in toilet. Again, all Lily did was nod and obey. Her mind still screaming from embarassment and her stomach churning over and over. She let one arm go, allowing him to start gently cleaning the cut of meat along the back of her elbows. The balm stang, making her let out a easy 'Oof !'as he gently wiped and dabbed.

'Sorry, I know this hurts. But it has to be done'He said in a gentle tone, his declamatory hands slowly working away. He was being cautious as he could, not wanting to hurt her. The next arm was done in almost muteness, though Lily could get word her heart beatnik in her ears. The steam still lingering in the room, making it musky and damp.

St. Mark sat quietly behind her diminished frame, only giving instructions to slightly move, bend or twist as he cleaned her cuts. He was n't used to being so close to a women.. well, a girl, really, she was so Brigham Young. Her gratifying aroma was pleasing but foreign to him, her balmy skin felt smooth and supple on his uncut script. But, he tried to not let his mind wander, she was trusting him after all.

'Drop the towel down a short'He said, trying to reach her lower shoulder joint blades. 'You 've gotten yourself pretty banged up'. He added, his finger's breadth tugging the towel down slightly.

'I guess jumping out of a car was n't a great musical theme'Lily mumbled, feeling More exposed as her towel slipped down. Her diminished breasts were only just covered now, with virtually of her long lean legs exposed to her waist.

'No, probably not'He chuckled in reply, dabbing away at her Graz. 'Now turn around and I 'll do the front'. He tried not to watch too intently as she swivelled on the bath edge. But her towel was so short that as she lifted her leg over the tub, she could n't not reveal her ass. He pretended he did n't see, for her sake.

She shivered as his grating workforce cleaned up her cuts. Such a big burly man was surprisingly ennoble, but she could see he was trying. His coloured eyes slightly squinted in concentration, as he pinched the mop between his thick finger's breadth. Mark glanced up at her, meeting her gaze. Her face was still slightly flushed from the unit ordeal, and clearly she was still shy of her picture to him, quickly breaking eye contact.

'That 'll do sweet'He said, flicking the dirty swabs into the bin. 'But I 'll probably have to clean them again if you go rolling in my hay again !'He added with a chuckle, trying to put her at ease as he stood up. His enceinte frame towering over her delicate body once again, as he offered her a bridge player up. He had, simply by his sheer tallness, a view of her young cleverage. But he averted his gaze as best he could.

Standing up Lily shuffled past him, barely looking at his face .'I 'm just going to go lie down'She said quietly, as she passed through the door, her torso lightly brushing against his in the small space. Mark watched her go, unconsciously staring at her slender legs as she padded away.

'Uh fuck'He muttered to himself, heading back to his own way. 'This is n't a beneficial situation'He added, thinking of her small innocent soundbox bent beneath him. His cock twitched in response. 'This is no good at all'He grumbeld, shutting the room access to his room behind him. He could n't unsee her, and his mind shamelessly knew what it wanted. It 'd been so long since he 'd been with a woman.

'But she 's barely a woman !'He thought to himself, almost angrily. His cock still twitching in lustfulness, driving his intellect to wander back to Lily as he sprawled out on the bed.

'Oh shag'He felt ashamed, and guilty, and dirty as his script found their way to his belted ammunition and zipper. His breathing quickening as he pulled his dungaree down, his intellect wandering back to her again. His shaft already half erect, arduous and throbbing at the thought of her new, sinless body on presentation.

He could see her tight petty ass, giggling slightly as she perked upright on surprise. The glimpse of her innocent pinko between her wooden leg before she straightened fully, bare and smooth. Her tone thigh and tum, smooth and silky to touch.

'Uhg ... shtup'He groaned, now beginning to rub his thick cock. He imagined her bent over, her small figure flyspeck in compare to his as he stood behind her. His fierce hands running up the quiet hide of her slender thigh, reaching her that plump picayune ass. 'Uhg.. mmh'He panted out. His paw pumping up and down his shaft, gripping and twisting at the thinking of her.

He imagined her knack over for him, pushing her ass up in the air. Her sex wet and damp already, pink between her house legs, as his turgid hands felt and groped her soundbox. Squeezing her ass, running along her breadbasket to her perky tit. 'Uhm uh uh'he panted with each tug of his wrist, pumping his thick hammer up and down, his oculus closed in lust.

He knew this was wrong. She was so youth, so innocent, and so broken. She trusted him.. but, he was just a man. A ill-gotten old man, jerking himself off to a young lady half his age. His pecker throbbed in his manus as he pumped its length up and down. The smell of her sweet aroma surrounding him, the image of her perky young breasts, closely ass and long legs.

'Oh fuck !'He grunted abruptly, feeling his cock twitch and spasm between his hand, shooting cum up onto his shirt. 'Uh Lily ... fuck'He groaned, milking his cock as he imagined her small little manpower gripping him. His hot unenviable cum spurting over his clothes as he emptied his balls in desperation.

'What the nookie is incorrect with me'Mark muttered to himself, coming out of the fog of avaritia. Cum splattered over his shirt and jeans, he did n't even have the ego control to grab a towel before he started. He could n't trust he just jerked off to his 18 year old run away. A gratifying minuscule girl.

scar rolled off the bed and stripped down, shrugging off his filthed wearing apparel into his shackle. 'What the shag am I going to do with her'He thought in defeat, stepping quickly out of his room to the can. He just did n't sleep with if he could stay fresh her here .